Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Itachi, Mikoto, Fugaku, or Sasuke. They belong to Misashi Kishimoto.

Claimer: I DO own the plot and the OC. Those are mine alone, and only those things.

Pairs: ItachiOC

Warnings: There is incest and a lime at the end of the series. If you don't like it then DON'T READ! This is AU, just to let you know.

Summery: He's always ahead of me no matter what I do. I don't care, though. I'll always be there to catch him if he slips up... and maybe steal the spotlight. AU, ItaOC, incest, and short series.

Chapter 1

"Mother, we're heading to school!" I called from the front door.

"Alright! Have a good day at school you two!" Mikoto called back.

Itachi opened the door and we both walked out of our three story house.

"We still have ten minutes," Itachi stated. "We could walk slowly. You must be soar from soccer practice yesterday."

"No, let's hurry," I demanded. "Soccer was easy. Optimist Soccer is always gonna be easy. I can't wait until we get to high school, though. I'll make varsity in freshmen year."

"We going slowly," Itachi commanded.

"If we're late I'm blaming you," I muttered.

At this, Itachi literally slowed down and I could feel a nerve burn away. I walked back to Itachi and grabbed his hand then began pulling him along since he doesn't like it when I grab his wrist. It always comes down to this almost everyday. Itachi would slow down and I'd have to pull him along. I sometimes see him looking at our intertwined fingers with a dazed stare. I always felt awkward when I would catch that.

Everyday—except on weekends—we would make it to the bus stop but just stand together and away from the other kids. Itachi isn't interested in making friends while I am. Thing is, none of those kids are my friend and if they were I still wouldn't be with them because I don't want to leave Itachi by himself.

I like to think Itachi is dependent on me. I've always wanted someone to be dependent on me.

We finally made it to the bus stop and I dragged Itachi over near the doors and then sat down on the stone steps. Itachi sat down beside me and I could see the kids in their own groups over by the yellow line—that they're not supposed to pass when the bus comes—glancing over here every so often.

Itachi's quite a looker over in our school. Lots of girls like him. But then there's the fact that I'm the girl version of Itachi and not many guys like Itachi at all. Girls think I look cute—not in that way, though—but a lot of the guys stay away from me since I remind them of the guy they don't like.

I don't mind, though. I never mind.

"Itachi…?" I whispered to get my brother's attention.

"What…?" he answered.

"When are you going to get a girlfriend?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Why does it matter?" Itachi answered with a question.

"It matters 'cause I wanna know when my brother is going to get his first girlfriend. It's a big step in your life and that means you're one step closer to becoming an adult," I explained. "Don't you want that?"

"I'll get one when I want one," Itachi answered.

"You make it sound like you're getting a thing, not a person," I muttered quietly.

"Fine; I'll get a girlfriend when I want a girlfriend. Are you happy now?" Itachi asked with some annoyance.

"A little bit," I said with a slight smile.

"When are you going to get a boyfriend?" Itachi asked after a moment of silence.

"I'll get a boyfriend when I want one," I said to mock Itachi as I smiled again with amusement.

"That's not funny. I'm actually being very serious," Itachi said quietly with a sigh.

"I don't know yet," I finally answered truthfully. "I haven't found anyone that I can think of in that way. I just want to be able to find someone who doesn't see you in me. Well, I mean, I like to be like you, but sometimes I want someone to tell that I'm not actually like you."

"Are you sure you don't hate it?" Itachi asked.

"This shouldn't be an interview or something," I said with some of my own annoyance. "I just told you, I don't mind being like you and it's only sometimes that I wish someone can tell the difference. There's a difference between someone telling the difference and being completely different to show everyone we're different."

"I guess there is," Itachi admitted, having seen his mistake.

"You shouldn't guess, you should know. Anyways, like I said, I don't mind looking almost exactly like you except with no hair tie," I said with my normal smile.

"I wouldn't want you to be miserable just because of me," Itachi muttered quietly.

"What was that?" I asked, turning to him.

"Nothing, I just reminded myself I have to turn in some homework today," Itachi answered while turning away.

"Alright… if you say so…" I said, wandering off from what I couldn't hear but wanted to know.

This is the first story in a seven-story series because this is a short series. Reviews would be appreciated!